Perhaps a morbid topic, but at this stage of my life I don’t intend to be sponge bathed to death by fat nurses with bad attitudes while I fester with bed sores.
I’m sure my opinion will change when I get there, but…
I want to live like a young man until the day I die. When I forsee that I soon won’t enjoy the physical aspects of life anymore, I’d like to find a way to go out that is honorable and fast.
Maybe go interrupt a mugging or conduct a personal hunt for Osama.
I guess it raises the related question of how do you want to live?